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Betty’s Week

By Betty Shearer

Patricia Holman came in last Thursday to make a donation to the Second Chance Animal Alliance. She is just one of many who have contributed to this worthy cause and all donations have been appreciated.

Patricia and I enjoyed a delightful visit. Found out that she was a niece of the late Rose (Mrs. Doke) French and that she spent some of her summer vacations with them during her school years. She grew up in Grenada. Patricia said she always enjoyed visiting in the country—liked the country setting.                 Having grown up in the country, I could share love of country life with her and also a mutual enjoyment of so many things on the farm for young folks to do. She is a first cousin of Cheryl French Goodwin and her brother, Millard, of Bobby Schmitz and all his siblings, and of David Floyd, minister of Water Valley Church of Christ, and many others.

Her mother, Mrs. French, Bobby’s mother, and David’s father were brother and sisters and they were four of eight children. If we had not run out of time, I probably knew more of this family. Patricia promised a return visit, so we could get to know each other better. She also is a neighbor of the Lee McMinn family.

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Thursday afternoon I left early, trying to get ahead of the predicted rain. Did pretty good—only ran into a few sprinkles – it was a beautiful drive. I don’t think the Bradford pears have ever been prettier and it seems like they have grown much bigger and that there are more of them this year. Know this isn’t true, but the trees, fully loaded with snow white  blossoms, sure makes it seem so. Also the forsythia, tulip trees and daffodils are in full bloom. It was hard to believe that last week they were not showy at all and the weeks before that they were covered with snow and ice. Coming home Sunday morning, after all the rain, the beautiful country side was drooping. Do hope with the sunshine all the plants will perk up.

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For two days all Mom and I did was sit inside and watch the rain come down. It was so dark that every once in a while she’d ask, “Is it night time already?” I had to keep assuring her that it was just very cloudy or she would have gone to sleep on me.

Carolyn and Bo kept me fed. On Friday night I stopped for meatloaf, green beans, mashed potatoes, fried okra, and  biscuits. Then on Saturday night they had deer steak, tomato gravy, mashed potatoes, purple hull peas and biscuits. Lemon pie was available, but I didn’t have room. Probably gained a few pounds.

Added to this I’d taken minute steaks and chef salad from Larson’s, both of which are delicious. I’d gotten the salad out for Friday lunch and before I got to eat it I had several of the employees come into the room for various reasons. They all commented on my salad, wanted to know if I’d made it. Told them I purchased it at my grocery deli. Then had to tell them which one. I think they considered coming to the Valley to get a salad. One of them had worked in WV for a couple of years and said, “I remember their food—it was always great!”

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Snow and ice, followed by all this rain, is taking its toll on roads and yards. As you turn off 51, going into Courtland, houses built up on bluffs on either side of the road are losing their yards. Driving between them is scary. They’ve been propped up but I still stop when I come home at night, take a good look, and then scoot between them. It’s a small scale of the California mud slides.

Also the Pope/Water Valley Road  has developed some real craters. I hit one of those potholes Sunday morning and if I’d been driving at my usual speed might have done some serious damage to the van—could have burst a tire. I only drove about 40 miles an hour and mostly in the center of the road—had very little traffic.

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Often Lisa Denley Mc-Neese shares an overview of the book she’s currently reading. I rarely read—mainly because I’m a readaholic. If I start a book I’ll let the dishes and laundry go and dusting and vacuuming are always neglected, and I also want sleep until I finish it. Celeste and Jim  sent me a couple of books by Jan Karon for my birthday back in September. I was cleaning  off the piano and discovered them, so I took one along Thursday. TV shows have gotten so boring—even the classic movies being shown at this time are not the good ones, and the news is depressing.

Think the title of the book I read was “My Home in Mitford.” It’s the first in an extensive series and Celeste and Jim didn’t realize that they’re going to have to find the rest—Oh well Mother’s Day is coming up and they might do Easter, Fourth of July, Labor Day, and then there’s birthday again and we can start all over. Central character is an Episcopal Rector, born in Holly Springs (I ‘m sure the author just picked this town off the map) and the many interesting folks and critters that cross his path. Mitford is a small town in North Carolina, which sounds very much like WV when I arrived here. Father Tim has been diagnosed with diabetes and we learn a lot about that disease—maybe Jim wanted me to learn to deal with this.  Tim  was also up in age and met a lovely lady—maybe he was giving me hope. From the many trying times Father Tim had to get through—maybe he was offering me encouragement.  Or maybe they just sent it for an enjoyable read. It was all of the above. Very light, if you like just a fun read.

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Can you believe we’re only one Sunday away from Easter. This Sunday, Palm Sunday, we’ll observe the Lord’s Supper at Woodland Hills. Then on Easter Sunday, we’ll enjoy breakfast  and then have morning service at our usual time, 10:30. That will be the only service of the day. We’d like to have you join us if you do not have a church home.

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